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LORD THOMAS STUART. 359 |
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" I saw a woman come from the West,
Full sore wringing her hands, 50
And aye she cried,' Ohon alas! 1 My good lord's broken bands.'
" As she came by my good lord's bower, Saw mony black steeds an' brown ;
I'm feared it be mony unco lords 56
Havin' my love from town."
As she came by my gude lord's bower, Saw mony black steeds an' grey;
" I'm feared its mony unco lords
Havin' my love to the clay." ea |
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